Chapter Eight
“I HOPE Raymond didn’t freak out Nick and Lynne.” Chandler lay on his queen-size bed, flat on his back. Marcus lay partially over him, though not allowing the full weight of his body to crush his much smaller partner.
“Don’t you mean Eileen?”
Chandler smiled. “Should I just humor him? Should I go along with his delusions and pretend he’s really a stiletto-wearing warrior princess?”
Marcus shrugged, at least as well he could in his current position. “Do you think maybe he’s transgender?”
“Even if that’s the case, I don’t know where the mental illness ends and the gender identity issues begin. I’ve always supported transgender rights. I believe in all the letters of the l***q banner.”
“Give me a kiss.”
“Another one?”
“A million more. You know I can’t get enough.” Marcus
